I Quit, Mr. Shaffer by Isabella Symons

Chapter 150

Silence enveloped the car, and the atmosphere grew heavy. Isabella

moistened her lips. Her voice emerged, husky from her parched throat. “No.”

Seth anticipated her response. He warmed up slightly, and he brushed his

fingers across the steering wheel. “I observed your performance throughout

the entire time you were in the conference room.”

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Isabella felt a tremor in her soul. She tried to recall everything she had said

that afternoon. All the things she had said just to spite Angelina now became

her own punishment, biting her in the rear.

“I had no idea you were so… ambitious,” Seth continued mercilessly.

Isabella closed her eyes and opened her mouth, but she couldn’t utter a

word. She didn’t even need to watch the surveillance footage to know that

she had put on a perfect act for Angelina, and everything she had said was

ambitious.

Seth pulled over by the roadside and listed out all of Isabella’s actions,

tormenting her. “Your resignation and refusal to continue your contract were

just a ploy to gain my attention?” He rolled down the window and leisurely

rested his hand on the edge. With his other hand, he opened the glovebox

and retrieved a packet of cigarettes.

Isabella remained lying on the seat. She could hear Seth smoking, and she

imagine what he looked like. She said nothing, but

the cigarette smoke was scorching her skin, burning her.

a boy, only for

feelings and reject her.

felt as if he was saying, “Sorry, we’re not a

tough, she still

she told him she had said those

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much like an excuse. No one would believe

Seth.

raised her hand and wiped her face while Seth wasn’t looking.

to calm down. You have nothing to be afraid of. You’ve

pep talk to herself, Isabella slowly got up from her seat.

mirror

said, “Any woman would kill to be

frowned, something stirring in

scene he had witnessed in the afternoon and confirmed

conversation explicitly stated Isabella wanted to be

the president’s wife.

five years and tended to

me to and never left you. Even

it would be hard for me not to

Seth to

swirled around in the driver’s seat. Some light passed through

relaxed. Isabella tried to guess what he was

head. She could only rely

get. Sometimes my mind snaps out of it,

ruffled her hair, speaking calmly. “You’re not going

are you

fake, but the last part was

it, so it sounded genuine. Seth

said the last part

what Gordon had said in the morning. That idiot wants

want me to hold you back because